1. |
Gray Hairs
03:44
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High level deck
Be sure to double check
every bullet point
That’s left
Need to
Pull out
Gray hairs
Til scalp bleeds
Put down
Your gun
‘Cause we’ve got
Mouths to feed
Outlook is dark
Opposite remarks
A meeting none desire
From a liar
Suits who review
Overflowing queue
No support from you
What’s new?
Need to
Pull out
Gray hairs
Til scalp bleeds
Put down
Your gun
‘Cause we’ve got
Mouths to feed
Evolution was a fucking curse on man
Dot every I
Cross all of your T’s
Reciting all your speech
in your sleep
No space in head
Buried deep in thread
I’ll forward it again
and again
It’s a shame that I’m
your messenger
Grown man can’t
deliver
(his own mess)
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2. |
Mo Money Mo Pasta
04:21
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Extra hours no pay
Yeah they don’t compensate
And everyone can relate
But not the Bezos and Gates
High-class
Really means you don’t have a nice ass
Combat
You spit pseudo stories so fast
Give us back our pay or give us back our days or we’ll put your head on a stake
What would you say?
If they took your cabbage away?
What would you say?
If they took them way away?
Bullied day after day
Under hourly wage
Who are you trying to save?
You can’t dig the dead from their grave
Low tax
Really means you pay no tax
Fuck that
You wouldn’t know how to make pasta last
Close up the shop
You have enough cheddars
Turn off the lights
I swear you’ll sleep better
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3. |
Skin
04:35
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Feeble blood and bone
Praying for the day you’re home
Another cup of pills you have to swallow
If you want to see tomorrow
You can’t conjure any goodbyes
While death sounds lovelier than suffering
Tiny veins beneath
Frigid skin pierced so deep
A regimen rejected by your body
Saddened by 8 more
rounds of chemotherapy
You can’t conjure any goodbyes
While death sounds lovelier than suffering
You can’t wait to feel the sun again
I know you will feel the warmth on your skin again
You can’t wait to feel the sun again
One day you will feel the warmth in your bones again
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4. |
The Crawl Is For All
03:06
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There
There are four walls
It’s fun to pick them apart
But you
you put them back
You put them back together again
Door
No use for this door
I don’t go anywhere anymore
Four
Four on the floor
Stuck in 4/4 and I’m fucking bored
But you put them back
you put them back together again
You
You put them back
You put them back together again
There
There are four walls
And the shattered sides are caving in
But
you put them back
You put them back together again
Chore
Chore after chore
Fold laundry, wash dishes, sweep floor
Thoughts
They tend to crawl
They used to run, now not at all
But you put them back
you put them back together again
You
You put them back
You put them back together again
Yup, you’re pissed off, alone and at home
Criss crossed, tongue tied and cleaning the bones
I guess you could leave but theres no where to go
And rewatch the reruns of the same old show
King of my house, my couch, my throne
And I’m pissed off, alone with my phone and I’m stoned
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5. |
ilykehowuplayhXc
04:16
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I like how you play hardcore
When you’re mad at the whole damn world
Just leave it to me to sing all the grief
But not everything has to be in drop d
I wanted to
Pick a fight
But I took a breath
And learned to like
Circle pits and inner strife
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6. |
Halitosis
03:01
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Halitosis
New knots
Hidden in my neck
From your
thoughts in a car wreck
Bad breath
And rotten
Cavities they love you
And they love
to drink
the corn syrup too
No (No)vocain
It’s painful to say
I hope you’ll survive
This tooth decay
No fuel left
For you in this
Cureless fucked
Apocalypse
More knots
Hidden in my neck
Intellect
Can you spare a speck?
Erection
Direction
Left right left
Nocturnal emission
Developed arrest
Cluck like a chicken
You’ll never know how
Flat earth, and flat brain
You fucking low brow
No fuel left
For you in this
Cureless fucked
Apocalypse
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7. |
PVD Eat Your Heart Out
03:25
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An oak
Croaks on our road
Off hope
So slow
I never
Imagined
Living in
Providence
Where road work doesn’t work
The bluest
House in the world
You can never afford
With the red door
Up the street from Library Court
Providence Eat Your Fucking Heart
We’re 420 miles apart
Ten thousands suns
Lighting up Wickenden
Plot at Swan Point
They’ll bury anyone but you
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8. |
June (feat. echo coast)
02:05
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Do me a solid favor and kill all your nonsense
Heed the threat of the heat we made and regret
Don’t be afraid to cut the dying flowers
Keep the dandelions, the bees need to hover
Backseat cruiser cramped up ride
A headline covers many lies
And we are running out of time
Out of time
Let the wildfires burn out the wealthy
Honey, our hives are safer
They’re safer than ever
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9. |
Nutsag
00:52
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It’s your birthday
Happy birthday
You’re getting old
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10. |
Canary In The Coal Mine
03:47
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Are we burdens
Are we birds in
Confined spaces
Unable to sing for help
Singing don’t go far but screaming goes much further
Toss your flaws into the trash then blame it on your father
You call out the beast in every one of your peers
Reject criticism you would hate to hear
Behind screens and backs it’s fun to hide the fear
I’m the canary in the coal mine
I’ll die before you
Are we burdens
Are we birds in
Confined spaces
Unable to sing for help
Turtle don’t go far but the nimble go much further
Secondhand gun handed to your son but nothing for your daughter
And the antiquated let their old minds rot
While they pave paradise, put up a new Walmart
If a scream goes further give it all you’ve got. I’m the canary in the coal mine
I’ll die before you
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11. |
Break The Targets
02:46
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Hit the Target
Make your mark
Meet your maker
Take a shot
Hit the target
Show me your spark
Meet your maker
Take a shot
Suburban spoil pilfered the shelves
Infernos to grow, you should blame yourself
Lay hold of Earth from Mother’s dirt
To break through your fragile reflection
We didn’t start the fire
Your fucking clan did!
Flames licking an empire
Then we fanned it!
While you’re away like Nero
A fucking bandit!
Add another zero (Try to tally another zero)
I can’t stand it!
Hit the Target
Make your mark
Meet your maker
Take a shot
Hit the target
Show me your spark
Meet your maker
Take a shot
Guts built to spill onto the streets
Are the bounty of your greed
What’s the price when violence sufficed
Rot in pieces of brick and slaughter
We didn’t start the fire
Your fucking clan did!
Flames licking an empire
Then we fanned it!
While you’re away like Nero
A fucking bandit!
Add another zero (Try to tally another zero)
I can’t stand it!
Bite the hands that bleed
Abort your corporate seed
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Panzerchocolate Providence, Rhode Island
Postal punk. We deliver the goods.
Bryan Dee - guitar
Marina - bass
Tyler North - drums
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